Yeah, they're closing down the line; it's almost quitting time,
They're plotting their next crime as the evening descends,
It's amazing what you'll sell when you're not doing all that well,
The stories you will tell to make you a friend.

Yeah, you worry about your looks,
And from the magazines and books you get a chic little hook, if you've got the wealth,
It's amazing what you'll buy if you think last chance went by,
You weave a new set of lines to cover yourself.

'Cause love is just a plea, deepest point of need,
We take a reasonable facsimile.

Ah, sure you'll take a risk, but then the scanty evidence can be used against you at any old time,
They'll read you your rights in the heat of the night,
What you thought you held so tight slips right through your hands.

'Cause love is just a plea, the deepest point of need,
We take a reasonable facsimile most of the time.

There's been a raging debate as of late and a storm of controversy,
Faith pins her corsage on Easter morning's new mercy,
We know the terrain well, that you kicked down the gates of Hell,
Prison cell's opened, threw away the key.

'Cause love is just a plea, deepest point of need,
We take a reasonable facsimile.

Yeah, dragging out of bed, got a big noise all in your head,
Living in the dead run, the clear light of day,
It's amazing, what you've sold always leaves you feeling old,
Less wiser and more cold as you try to make your way.

Love is just a plea, deepest point of need,
We take a reasonable facsimile,
Reasonable facsimile,
Reasonable facsimile most of the time.

Facsimile, yeah,
Facsimile most of the time,
Most of the time, most of the time.